I should have liked to have never parted from her, and to have crossed the sand slung at her back.
"Ah! what a childhood! I still feel disgust and rebellion, when I recall the long days I passed in the room where Camille was at death's door.
I sat bent over the fire, stupidly watching the infusions simmer, and feeling my limbs growing stiff.

And I could not move.

My aunt scolded me if I made a noise.

Later on, I tasted profound joy in the little house beside the river; but I was already half feeble, I could barely walk, and when I tried to run I fell down.

Then they buried me alive in this vile shop." After a pause, she resumed: "You will hardly credit how bad they have made me.